March and I aren't on the best terms. I've kinda had it with how the month teases about Spring yet tastes like Winter. How it stirs hope, but historically has kicked my family in the gut.
My Guy and I moved far away from the fervor of city life and embraced small town quietude primarily to care for my mother. The scope of what that was to look like has changed multiple times once we got here and began to understand what Mom's needs look like. Lewy Body Dementia is rough. [...]
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